通常,牺牲的含义已简化为对商品交易的简单计算:她交换次要商品,希望获得更大的欲望(或她认为自己应该渴望的东西)。或苍白色通便。 处理废物。 众神沦为股票经纪人或门房。

但献祭却诉说着鲜血与骨头的残酷欢乐,使自己映射到我们众神的肉身上,意识到我们的意志只存在于这种绝对的投降中。 或者,要成为我们众神的幻想……区别是无法分辨的。它是严峻性唤起,它纯粹是过量,它已经存在于个体及其计算之外。 我们打算将事物的生命坚持在形而上的生命中,在活着的地球之外缓慢而甜蜜的地狱中拥有更大的存在。 在这样做时,我们欣喜若狂地认为自己的死亡超越了我们的特定存在。

这些公式具有相同的目的:废除过去的时间,通过不断恢复时间和空间废除历史,并通过象征性地重复宇宙的运动来替代历史。这是对破坏的绝对识别。梦想是寂静,梦想拥有力量。故事就是言语,言语会传递并最终出卖。他是身体分裂,全身中断和暴力的镜子,这对应于心理完整性的破坏。他从形而上的意义上唤起了自我迷信的丧失。无限,非人格化和无国界(同时,通过执行自愿行为,他的自我被塑造成超出其​​背景的存在)。

我们生活的那一刻,一次又一次,一次又一次地发生。 旧的价值观崩溃了。 我们的生活在根基上消散,这表现为食欲的极大释放,本能的解放。 烟从燃烧的生命中冒出来,过早地暴露在火焰中。 在不引起事物平衡的前提下,任何扰乱事物秩序的事物,都是表达生命内在脉动的一种动人手段。

当我们说“生命”这个词时,必须理解我们并不是在指平庸的生活。 但是,对于那种形式却永远无法到达的脆弱,波动的中心。 而且,如果在这段时间里仍然有一种地狱的诅咒,那就是表面和形状的闲置。 取而代之的是,我们必须类似于受害者被火刑柱烧死,通过火焰发出信号。

“...眼睛在燃烧,形式在燃烧,眼睛意识在燃烧。 目光接触正在燃烧。 令人愉悦,不愉快或中立的感觉也在燃烧。
它燃烧着什么? 它充满着激情之火,仇恨之火,妄想之火。 我宣布,它正在燃烧,伴随着出生,衰败,死亡,悲伤,悲哀,痛苦,悲伤和绝望的燃烧...”

这是消防布道: 不能消除火灾。 超越事物组成的断裂点,需要更多的燃料,更多的激情,直到它变得最充分的狂喜为止。

我们的稳定形式是一种折衷。 愿它像神话一样释放我们。 愿我们重拾消失的恒星的远古力量,大于每日的时间。 骨灰永远不会安定下来。 生命的血液总是在死亡的无限循环系统中流动。

In the human world, sacrifice has been mapped to the logic of commodity transactions: we exchange some goods in the hope of obtaining our greater desires (or what we think we should desire); or simply to dispose of waste. The gods are reduced to stockbrokers or janitors.

But the sacrifice speaks of the cruel joy of blood and bones, hewing to the flesh of our gods, realizing that our will only exists in this absolute surrender. Or, to be the fantasy of our gods... The difference is indistinguishable. It is severe arousal, it is pure excess, it already exists outside the individual and his calculations. We intend to persist the life of things in the metaphysical life, and have a greater presence in the slow and sweet hell outside the living earth. In doing so, we ecstatically believe that our death transcends our specific existence.

These formulas have the same purpose: to abolish past time, to abolish history by continuously restoring time and space, and to replace history by symbolically repeating the movement of the universe. This is an absolute recognition of damage. Dreams are silence, dreams have power. Stories are words, words will be passed on and eventually betrayed. It is the mirror of bodily division, total interruption and violence, which corresponds to the destruction of individualistic psychological integrity. It evokes the loss of self-superstition in a metaphysical sense. Infinite, impersonal and borderless (at the same time, by performing voluntary actions, the seld is molded into an existence beyond its habitus).

The moment we live, it happens again and again, again and again. The old values ​​collapsed. Our lives dissipate on the foundation, which is manifested in the great release of appetite, instinctive liberation. Smoke emerged from the burning life, exposed to the flame prematurely. Anything that disturbs the order of things is a moving means to express the inner pulse of life.

When we say the word "life", we must understand that we are referring to that center of volatility that can never be reached: if there is still a curse of hell during this time, it is the idleness of surface and shape. We must send a signal through the flame like the victim being burned to death at the stake.

"...The eyes are burning, forms are burning, and eye consciousness is burning. Eye contact is burning. Pleasant, unpleasant or neutral feelings are burning. What is it burning? It is full of passionate fire, hatred fire , The fire of delusion. I declare that it is burning, with the burning of birth, decay, death, sorrow, sorrow, pain, grief and despair..."

This is the fire sermon: Fire cannot be eliminated. It takes more fuel and more passion to go beyond the breaking point of things, until it becomes the fullest ecstasy.

Our stable form is a compromise. May it release us like a myth. May we regain the ancient power of the disappearing star, greater than the time of day. The ashes will never settle down. The blood of life always flows in the infinite circulation system of death.



FIRE LILY III: HELLUSH HEARTH

w. Arthur Golyakov, Ava Phen, BabenShin, Bad Betty Boop, Hand & Sword, Haotian W, Jingxin Wang, Lola Orge Benech, Lil Mew, Ringo Lo Wing Tao, Soufix, Tadpole Origin, Tam Rafael Vunkwan, Yixuan
Curated: Torre Alain and Valerie You
Photo: Valerie You Install support: Jadzerl Text: Underground Flower